CARAMIA:
I run back into my territory in wolf form and as soon I set one paw across the border I find myself surrounded by scouts. They pour from the treeline like insects and come to run beside me, growling furiously.
I’m taken aback by their aggression towards me. “What is the meaning of this?” I demand from the scouts closest to me, putting as much command into the mind link as I can. I see some of them flinch, but most of them just continue to silently growl as they run next to me.
I asses their formation around me. There is more than a dozen of them and they have surrounded me in a tight circle that would be impossible to break out of. It is almost like they are trying to contain me, to heard me towards something.
“Answer me!” I yell at them, letting a growl resonate in my voice.
